Sunday, July 1, 2018




Letters are woven
across a silver thread
when the lights go out
and only golden bodies
can be seen to burn
and rise again
from the ashes
of their own magnetic energy

Polarized in perfect form
and meeting in the middle

Tracing spells
on the small of your back
with fingers laced
in lilac and honey
and speaking
the tongue of dreams
until the words flash
in an order
of higher meaning

There are only the two of us
in a world of eight billion others

There is only you and I
before a kiss creates the third point

You sent me on a mission
to bring back a message
beyond the shades of color
outside the shapes of form
where language creates
the melting point
of alchemy

You summoned the rain
and cleansed me

You ignited the fire
and lit me up

You called the wind
and caressed me

You took a breath
and sighed


I’ll plant roses
between your ribs
now that the cage
has been unlocked

I’ll braid dandelions
through your hair
and weave their essence
to kiss your crown

I’ll ripen mangoes
in the sunshine
and touch their sweetness
upon your lips

I’ll juggle apples
from the blessed tree
until you smile
and take a bite

I’ll place an orchid
behind your left ear
and nibble gently
on the right


There are moments in life
when it all makes sense

Treat them with kindness
and they tend to stick around

There are scenes in the script
writ large by angels

Act from good conscience
and they’ll light up the screen


SCOTT THOMAS OUTLAR hosts the site where links to his published poetry, fiction, essays, interviews, reviews, live events, and books can be found. His work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. Scott was a recipient of the 2017 Setu Magazine Award for Excellence in the field of literature. His words have been translated into French, Italian, Persian, Serbian, Albanian, and Afrikaans. He has been a weekly contributor at Dissident Voice for the past four years.

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